I cross the valley floor
Under the gaze of giants
The land’s sentinels for time
Long forgotten
Under the gaze of giants
The land’s sentinels for time
Long forgotten
A young man throws sticks to his dog
Which gleefully, gaspingly
Retrieves them
I love it so much
I tend to find it
Where others see only the everyday
Only the expected
When it’s no longer possible
To get an image
With a hand-held camera
I sit down
And bask in the immensity
Most drawn to center
Where all of us are one
But many lost in darkness
To drift beyond the crest
Forms and lines
With seeming guile
Lead my eye
On paths unknown